Weekend Worstoff 154

A long weekend! It will take us at least three days to penetrate some of today’s worsts. The first two pics are from E.V. and he claims they are both in Gilmour Avenue, Kwinana. “They aren’t too worst when seen in isolation, but when seen one after the other they conjure disgusting images of mountains of oozing ground beef. Is it just me, or is there some irony here? What do you TWOP elites think?” Gosh E.V. – the news gerbalist in me likes the tie-in to the live sheep export issue. But other TWOP elites can decide.

Cookster is still with us, albeit famished: he went to Belmont for a feed, but struck out. Just as well: he only had $13.50 on him anyway. Is this a Vanished Worst? I suspect we’ve had it before, but I can’t see it in the archives…

In Guildford news, we’re still waiting for the City of Swan to fix the stone gates in Stirling Square. The fencing is nice.

Ah well: at least we’re not moving house this weekend.

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not here

Pillowfighter sent this. “They have toilets in the Restaurant? What’s in the Swedish meatballs?” she asks. I don’t know, P’f. I wish TLA was back so he could tell us. I am just glad to see he has a worst toilet category so I can tick the right box. No jokes about Ikea being in Innaloo, please.

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the hardest word

More than one person is cross with news reports on the Darryl Beamish payment. This is from WAToady; yesterday Aunty broadcasted a report with a grab from someone saying the State Government had apologised – et al. Christian Porter’s media release yesterday had no apology – but the AG did touch on his “sincere regret” for Beamish spending 15 years inside for something he didn’t do. Beamish got $425,000: Mr Porter had to take into account Beamish’s “previous offending behaviour”. An Act of Grace, indeed. One bloke I know described Mr Porter as “mealy-mouthed”. Goodness.

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exported

This back yard was full of empties this morning. I love the goon bag, lonely in a sea of tinnies. My sources reveal the students who rent this western suburbs house always alert the neighbours about their events. The kids say there will be two hours of partying – and true to their word, guests arrive at 8pm, socialise, and then leave punctually at 10pm for the next venue. As we can see, perhaps one person drank too deeply last night. Overall, not worst – apart from the dreadful choice of beer.

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jugs of cold water

We hadn’t heard from Cookster for a while, and I was guessing he was out of circulation this week due to post-Sexpo enervation, but he has popped up with a tale of two cities.

The first is Albany: the rec room/TV room/kitchen at the King River Palms Caravan Park. All the cold water you want and a special selection of vintage 1970s coffee mugs – gloriously unwashed. Don’t forget the kaput 22cm fatback TV.

The other is Claremont: a bag from Father, in the Quarter. Cookster claims he carried it for an hour before a colleague pointed out the, er, design. I called Father owner Joel Sofi and identified myself as a TWOP reporter.

“I can’t take any claim with ordering it,” Joel said.

He took over the menswear shop six months ago and thousands of bags came as part of the deal.

“It’s one of those things: do I throw away however many grand or do I get rid of them through sales,” Joel said.

“I’m very selective who I give the bag to – I have another bag as well.”

He said the design is from wallpaper in the changeroom of the shop.

“Now it’s on one pillar of the shop,” Joel said.

“It’s been synonymous with what Father has always had over the past eight years.”

“I haven’t had many issues with it and you are the first call about it.”

Are there pix of a topless and smiling Johnny Depp in Sportscraft changing rooms?

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four legs good

Vegan sent this porcine pleasure from Waldecks in Middle Swan: “I’m no agricultural expert, but it looks to me like this pig has a full set of nipples, in addition to a fairly healthy set of testicles and penis.” Neither am I, V – maybe it’s a transgendered pig? If pigs can have sow bits then the colour of this object is Worst. Don’t forget to re-visit an early TWOP classic on another Waldecks.

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The end.

I have mixed feelings about this. The shop had its moment in the TWOP sun, and it had a good media/journalism section – but jobs are being lost, and there is apostrophe abuse here, and the shop smacked a bit of Wal-Mart. Before I am excoriated let me say I yield to no-one in my admiration for Borders’ workers: they (including a former student of mine) were always helpful and showed a passion for books and reading. Why do we need exclamation marks? Is 20 per cent “massive”? How many people are being sacked? I am sure independent bookstore owners are weeping with sorrow.

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grand

This gives me the fear. Cottesloe beach last Friday night, and it’s made from…seaweed? The prophylactics of drunks rooting on the sand? Or, were the makers despairing at being stuck in Dullsville and dearly hoping an Emirates jet would spot their plea and send help? Pete F. sent this. He wonders if it was some kind of SpongeBob CHOGM thing, or the aftermath of a dugong conference. Too many questions.

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signs of the times

It’s raining men at this Irish pub in the city: are they of the finely ‘boned Johnny Depp variety, I wonder? ronggly did not say. And down in Freo Pete F. sent this roadside abomination. He fretted his rage was a symptom he was becoming Zoltan Kovacs: I took exemption to that, as there is only one ZK.

PS: This blog is awesome.

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Where Are We Going?

This just in from one of my insane northern suburb clown posses, Benny and the Jatz. Benny says: “This is desolate…the ghostly salty, fatty food hangs above the heads of the innocent children, sword of Damocles-like, mocking their feeble attempt to exercise…their cholesterol-free hearts are doomed. When I saw this I wept as freely as when I first saw Gaugin‘s La Ronde des petites Bretonnes…” Thanks, Benny. Not bad for a bloke expelled from Lockridge SHS.

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